Clever Witch: Book 3 of the Academy of the Dark Arts by Dean Nikki

Author:Dean, Nikki
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

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Mallory lay in her bed a long time after that. She'd tried reading some of her history book, then studying chess strategies, but nothing was working. Finally she picked up her runes text book.

She already knew there wasn't anything in it that looked like the rune she'd seen in the crony's head. I really should call him something. Thing One just sounds ridiculous. I'll call him Bob. The other one will just be Dick. Bob said the rune he saw was carved into some kind of stone.

She opened the textbook to the appendix and tried to see if stone runes were covered. There were plenty of options for earth runes, and even turning something into stone, but nothing about using it as a medium. She wasn't surprised.

"You have to be pretty determined to carve a rune into a rock, right, Dice?" she asked aloud, rubbing his ears. He had stretched out beside her and kept butting his head against her knee. "I guess it'd be useful if you keep charging it. Somehow. My professor said that the magic goes in when you're drawing it, so I don't know."

Setting her book aside, she pulled out her phone and started searching. The first few results turned up the usual crap, using monuments as wards and imbuing runes with magic through other spells, but nothing close to anything Bob was talking about.

Until one website popped up.

It looked like a conspiracy theory page, talking about chemicals in the water to increase witch births and other nonsense, but one image made her pause. She squinted at it, trying to figure out why.

It was familiar.

Really familiar, in fact. Too familiar.

Setting her phone aside, she got up and went to her closet. "Where is it, where is it... don't tell me I lost it in one of the moves." Dice got up and wandered in as well, then sat to lick his paws as she dug through trash bags and plastic bins that she hadn't looked at since she arrived at the academy. "Ha! Here is it!"

Mallory pulled an old shoebox from the bottom of one of her suitcases. The corner was bent in and she could hear something rattling around inside. Popping off the lid, she dug through old photos, sentimental shit from high school and a few random little things that her parents, or Paul, had given her over the years.

It took her a second, but she finally found what she was looking for when her hand closed over a small, hard, stone-like object.

She pulled it out and sat back on her heels, staring at it. Remembering how she'd gotten it.

It had been filthy. Covered in alleyway dirt and then blood, it was the little sigil that a raccoon had given her the night Paul was stabbed. She'd never gotten around to asking him about it, not that she thought he would know anything. It was magic, and Paul wasn't.

Unlike her.

Mallory got up and went back to her bed to compare it to the one on her phone.

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